Eda's World

I have started 3 different blogs in the past few weeks and haven't published one of them. My writer's block is becoming epic. I just need to do a few edits on the Rats of Green Park and I'll be golden, but I haven't jacked with it in forever. I'm so ready for it to be done, I think I'm still insecure about letting professionals see it. I did turn in an article pitch to Cracked.com. "6 reasons a Zombie Apocalypse would benefit the human race." I know. I thought it was funny as shit too:) I have to get 4 more sources, organize my quotes, and pad that bitch until it hits 2,000 words. The editors said they were interested if I could get it to their standards. Yes they do have them. LOL I'm so excited I'm going to Harvelle's Monster Burlesque this Friday. It's Kirsten's birthday and I'm gonna pony up and take her to something OTHER than a drag show. I'm a closet dancer, and I've always loved burlesque and bellydancing. ...

Nice. The dishes are done, the dog is walked, and I am taking 15 minutes to blog. I haven't written for a week. I kind of spent my days off laying on my side and watching bizarre shit on Netflix. Documentaries on horror films, indie films, old 80s horror, and documentaries on the post punk porn movement and pro sex feminist rebels. Like I said, weird shit. I've downed probably 4 bottles of red wine since Monday. I'm not sure how I feel about that. I didn't get sloppy, I was just enjoying a 2 glass minimum high in the evenings. I made dinner, I've worked out the past few days, I even did a hella big shopping trip Wednesday since I tore the ass out of one of my only two pair of jeans I have that fit right. I hate shopping. When women refer to "retail therapy" I smile and nod thinking 'Freak.' They're what I call 'the converted'. They read 17 magazine at one time and actually believed that shit, they subscribe to US magazine, and they ta...